"Jesus," Bob whispered to himself, giving his rapidly swelling c**k a squeeze through his pajamas.
"Sounds like you better hurry," his wife snickered quietly. "Just remember to be careful while Chad's here."
"Yes, yes, so you've said," he agreed, standing up.
Bob's pajamas tented in front as he made his way to the bedroom door. He silently let himself out into the hall and made his way to the room at the end.
Bob was like an older, slightly stockier version of Chad, with his dark brown hair just beginning to grey here and there. The prominent size of the erection in his pajamas was yet another reflection of attributes passed from father to son. With his c**k bulging forward, he silently let himself into Tara's room. Obviously, Bob had special feelings for his younger daughter. She was
